Yesterday I set the alarm to wake me up at 5am this morning, so I could leave for work around 7am. At some point I found myself waking up but didn't hear the alarm. I figured it was early, but after a few minutes or more I decided to check.
I let out a scream; it was almost 6:30. How was I going to get out safely at a time that would make it feasible to catch a ride and get to work on time?
Contrary to my normal morning routine, I was a hysterical nervous wreck and couldn't find everything. It took me so long, but I still somehow got out around 7:15 after even eating breakfast, showering dovening etc. I took my coffee in the Thermos, since I figured that I'd be totally incompetent sans the magic potion.
I waited for a ride, took one to the next "stop" and waited there, since cars from Shvut Rachel stop there, too. Within a few minutes a ride came. The driver didn't really want to drop me off on the road by Sha'ar Binyamin, but he had mercy and agreed. No, I didn't argue with him; I just stood there looking old and pathetic.
On the way it suddenly occurred to me that maybe I hadn't slept through the alarm. Maybe I hadn't reformatted the alarm setting on my phone. I had cancelled Friday before the last day of Passover, so it wouldn't disturb everyone. I checked, and I was right, so I reformatted it to go off on Fridays.
So, what must be the message of this story?
G-d decided that I needed more sleep. I got to work on time without any problems, even though I had left home late. And I survived even without my usual leisurely water and coffee and computer time.
That hour and a half of sleep was a gift from G-d, a very valuable one for sure, Baruch Hashem.